#Domestic bliss

[winterxgardener]

Oh, to laugh and to be in love. 🥺💚💙

#THEY ARE LITERALLY GLOWING #domestic bliss #I am not delusional #this is not satire #shourtney #shartney #courtney miller #shayne topp #smoshblr

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Date

This fic was inspired by a post from @/bhaalism (who has since deactivated due to harassment) about taking Astarion on a date post-game. I hope you all enjoy it, because it was a joy to write. <3

“Hey handsome,” Agnetha greeted Astarion, who was draping fabric for a dress he was making. For her. After all, poor dear lost nearly her entire wardrobe when her house was turned into rubble. “I have something I’d like to ask you.”

Oooooooh. He waggled his eyebrows, earning him a laugh. “Ask away! I’m all pointy ears, my love!”

She moved to hug him from behind, her long arms wrapping around his shoulders. She kissed his cheek before whispering conspiratorially, “Would you like to go on a date with me? A proper date?” She kissed his cheek again. “Please?”

A date.

A proper date.

A proper date with my darling girl.

He spun around quickly and kissed her soundly. When he tugged on her bottom lip, he squealed. “Oohoho yes! When? What time? Obviously at night I’m guessing…oh, and where? We must dress impeccably no matter what—”

“Astarion, you mad man!” She wrinkled her nose and giggled. It’s the cutest thing she does, and frankly, there’s a lot she does that is very cute. “All I’ll say is that it’s a place we’re familiar with, yes at night obviously, and tomorrow after sunset.” She booped his nose and turned, walking towards their suite door. “Now, I need to take Horace for a walk. See you soon, love.”

He stood at the mannequin dumbfounded.

A proper date with my darling girl tomorrow.

WHAT AM I GOING TO WEAR?!?!? WHAT IS SHE GOING TO WEAR?!?!?

***

Astarion agonized over what he and Agnetha should wear.

The agony!

And after watching him for hours lay out outfits and then put them back with the shake of his head and a tutting sound, she explained that their date would be on the rooftop of the Elfsong Tavern. “We have it to ourselves all night.” She rubbed her temples. “So please stop worrying about what to wear.”

The ecstasy!

Now that I know…I’VE GOT IT!

He thought that choosing their ensembles would help him relax.

He thought wrong.

I wonder what Agi has planned. If we have the entire rooftop to ourselves, then we could watch the stars. Cuddle. Have snacks, with her being the snack. Music? Tons of pillows? More cuddling?

Throughout the next day, he was giddy with excitement and to his embarrassment, could not stop giggling.

By the time they arrived at the Elfsong Tavern, Astarion was giggling louder than usual. He held her arm as she led them inside and towards the stairs. “Oh my gods, you are too much!” She chuckled softly then her mood shifted. “I hope I don’t let you down…”

“Ahahahaha, let me down?! Agi darling, you can’t be serious!” He let go of her arm and bolted up the stairs to the landing, hands on his hips. “You freed me from Cazador and two hundred years of torment, saved Baldur’s Gate from the Netherbrain, and you’re afraid of disappointing me? Ahahahahahaha!” He watched her fondly as she ascended the rest of the steps. For her, he chose the first dress he made her---long and form-hugging with a plunging neckline and gold accents. Green is one of her best colors, and she was the one who insisted on the lower neckline much to my delight.

She rolled her eyes playfully. “Considering how you’ve been vibrating like Horace when he knows I’m going to give him a treat, yes of course I’m going to worry about disappointing you.” When she reached the top of the stairs, she hugged him. “You’re one of the most important people in my life, Astarion. I want you to be happy. I want what I do for you to be perfect.”

“You worry too much, dear.” Far too much. She has a tincture made from those “relaxing herbs” Halsin gave her during our adventure to help settle her nerves every night. I tell her she’s doing too much, taking on too much responsibility…but she just smiles. Tells me she’s happy to have a hand in making any dream of mine come true. Tells me she’s not only content but the happiest she’s ever been. “Everything you do is perfect.”

She giggled. “I’ll keep that in mind next time I fuck up something.” Glancing at the ladder to the rooftop, she shook her head dramatically. “That just won’t do.” She pulled out a scroll of Fly and cast it on him as she snapped her fingers open the hatch above ALL WHILE FLYING THROUGH USING HER STORM SORCERY!!! Have I said that my darling girl is brilliant and far more talented than Gale?

Laughing even more, Astarion flew up the ladder and through the hatch, landing directly in from of his lover. Laughing, he pulled her face to his as her arms went around his narrow waist. “You are full of surprises, darling.”

“With a few more up my sleeve.” She winked as she kissed him again. Her kisses never fail to brighten my mood and lighten my undead heart. Sweet darling girl, what do you have planned? “This way, love.” She left his embrace, but her hands held his and led him to a pair of chaise lounges pushed together surrounded by floating candles. Is that..? “Snacks and drinks for me and beef blood from our favorite butcher for you. If you want the candle to be dimmer, just tell me and I’ll fix it.”

He watched her lovingly as she let go of his hands and flopped onto one of the lounges, taking a chocolate truffle. “You really thought of everything, didn’t you?” He murmured, pouring himself a glass of blood. “You did all this for me.” And I can’t quite believe it. “You didn’t have to, sweetness.”

She giggled a little as she chewed the truffles and grabbed another one. “Of course I did! Because I love you, Star. I love you, and I want to give you everything I can. Can’t walk in the sun? No problem!” She wrinkled her nose and smirked at him. Fucking hells. My darling girl is tempting me already. I’ll give it you right back, dear. “I’ll just do something very romantic at night with lots of cuddling. Problem solved.”

“I love it when you’re so confident, darling. It’s so very…alluring.” He put down the glass and lay down next to her, curling into her substantial side. “The most powerful sorceress on Toril, and she finally fucking acts like it.” One of his hands caressed her belly as he leaned close to her neck. “A rare and beautiful fruit that one must savor.” Not yet. Maybe later if she offers, but not now. “You wanted to show off, didn’t you, my pretty little butter bun?” he smirked, placing several kisses where he normally fed from her. “My darling giving it her all like the good girl she is. How…very…sweet.” He punctuated each word with a kiss, the hand on her belly slowly traveling upward.

She fidgeted slightly and sat up.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Before we go any further, there’s something I’d like to discuss with you, if that’s alright.”

She’s smiling. Not too wide. Her genuine smile. Maybe it’s nothing bad. I hope it’s nothing. Please don’t let it be something bad. I thought she was happy? Aren’t we happy? I’m happy, but is she happy? I thought so… “Yes, darling, of course.”

“I love you,” she began, brushing away a few of his white curls. “I know I say it all the time, but I mean it…well, every time.” She smiled at him, her brown eyes shining with a level of love, adoration, and devotion that Astarion knew all too well. Because that is always how she looks at me. As if I’m worthy of all that and more. “I love you. You mean everything to me. You’re my home. And I’m saying all this, because—”

Wait…is she…?!?!?!

“I want to know if you—”

IS SHE…?!?!

“Would like to…” She so fucking adorably bit on her lower lip. “Marry me?”

She did.

Astarion stared at Agnetha, mouth dropping open and eyes wide. His lips moved but nothing emerged for several seconds. “Marry you?” He practically squeaked in reply.

The smile on her face faded. “Yes, Star. I’m asking you if you want to marry me. If you would marry me. But only if that’s what you want, and I can understand if you don’t—”

We are not playing that little game tonight, my dear.

He yanked her face towards his roughly, silencing her with a passionate kiss. He maneuvered himself onto his back and encouraged her to lay on top of him. Oh gods, the first time I told her to do that, she started crying. “I’ll crush you, Astarion! I’ll break you!” Frankly, my dear---I don’t give a damn. I’m dead. It’s fine. Now though, she does it happily. That’s it, my good girl. “You seriously think I’d say no to having a party in my…ahem, our honor, then darling, you’re mad.” Astarion snarked, wrapping his arms around her and sighing contentedly. “The answer, of course, is yes.” As if it could be any other answer. I won’t lie---I was planning on proposing to her, but she beat me to it, the cheeky little thing. “If the question,” he whispered softly, hugging her a little tighter. “Is whether I want to be somewhere or do anything with you, the answer is always yes. I will be by your side always, and I want the world to know that.” He chuckled. “Or at the very least, our dear friends and your family.”

Agnetha laughed softly and reached for a small jewelry box. “Before we start talking about color schemes and flowers,” a white gold ring with rubies encircling the band was inside the box. She slipped it on his left ring finger, which he curiously did not have a ring on already. How funny! And how utterly perfect. “Oh thank fuck, it fits. I was worried.”

“Of course you were. Now,” he gave her a small, quick kiss. “Have something to eat and drink, darling, and get comfortable because we are going to talk about colors, flowers, decorations, dates, guest list, seating, and don’t worry, sweetness---our outfits are a top priority!” Her wedding dress will be talked about in Baldur’s Gate for generations. I will ensure that.

Adorably she pretended to be horrified as she poured herself some water and drank. “Oh my gods, what have I done?” She began to laugh and shake her head. “What monster have I unleashed this night?” Still laughing (and I am too because she’s simply too cute and funny), Agnetha took a few more chocolates and a chocolate chip cookie. She baked cookies earlier in the week for a friend she said. Hmmm, must have had several left over. “Sorry love, I couldn’t help it!”

Both now on their backs, Astarion faced her and scoffed. “Oh hush you! With how much teasing I give you on a daily basis, it’s only right and proper that you get your own back on me. Besides, I will only be demanding the best for our wedding, you know. We deserve the best. And speaking of the best, depending on how quickly we want to this planned and done, a certain kind of lily will be in season—”

“Wouldn’t it be so funny if Gale was your best man?” She sniggered, taking a bite out of the cookie. “He’d have the longest fucking speech ever, and somehow we’ll all be crying at the end of it.”

“Ugh. At that point, Halsin would be a much better best man than Gale. Wyll’s not even here, and he would be better! I could pull out a chair with Wyll’s name painted on it, and it would be the best best man ever!” Noticing her bursting out laughing, he rolled his eyes. “Darling really!”

She kissed him for what Astarion definitely thought lingered for a second too long and smiled. “We don’t even have to have a best man or maid of honor. That’s more of a Baldurian tradition, but we don’t have to go along with it. After all,” she wrinkled her nose, grinning. “We’re not exactly a traditional couple.”

Astarion nodded silently.

No, we’re not a traditional couple by any definition.

Elf. Human.

Vampire. Mortal.

Shorter than her. Very tall.

Perfectly lithe and built like a god. A deliciously sexy cream puff come to life.

But that’s just us, and that’s wonderful.

The conversation moved on to colors (white with hints of silver and gold), then to guests (apparently we do in fact have to invite Gale), and then drifted to food (Agi wants at least four tiers with each tier being different flavors to accommodate everyone’s tastes---just have it be your favorite and fuck them, darling!). After a while, Agnetha curled into Astarion’s side. He stared at the stars and then back down at the woman in his arms.

“I just realized something, sweetness.”

“Hmm?” Someone’s getting sleepy. It must be past two in the morning at least.

“I never got to ask you if wanted to marry me.”

She snuggled against his chest and sighed happily. “Yes, Astarion Ancunin, I will marry you.” She’s so sleepy. Aww. “I’ll always marry you, love…”

“I know, my darling girl. But before we can do any of that, my pretty princess needs some sleep.” He helped her to her feet, steadying her. “There’s a good girl, my love. Do you have the rune?” She charmed a pair of twin rune stones to act as a teleport directly into our bedroom, which I may or may not have abused on several occasions. She nodded, and he took it out of one of her dress pockets (you’re welcome, my beautiful butter bun) and used to get them there. He sat her on their bed and cupped her face. “May I undress you, darling?”

“Yes please…”

Everything off and in a pile. Her favorite sleep shirt and shorts. The silkiest bottoms for me. Perfect. “Have the sweetest dreams for us, my darling girl. I’ll be here when you wake.” He murmured, as he relaxed in her embrace.

“Dream’s already come true, Star.” Agnetha said, sleepily pressing a kiss to his neck. “We’re living the dream…”

He barked a laugh. “You impossibly sweet thing! Whatever am I going to do with you?”

Say it. Say it. Say it. Please, darling?

“You’ll marry me, and I’ll marry you…”

Thank you. His eyes watered as he held one of her hands.

We already belong to each other, but to not only show that but also celebrate it? When I couldn’t even dream of that a year ago? When we both have people we care about in our lives to celebrate with us? With her by my side?

Always.

#agnetha wildheart #agi x astarion #astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion x tav #human tav #plus size tav #chubby tav #sorcerer tav #fluff #astarion fluff #thanks so much kita for the inspiration #domestic bliss #domestic fluff #date night #bg3 fanfic #bg3 fanfiction

[brewed-pangolin]

Drabble request for Super Soap Sunday:

Soap and you find yourselves in an unusual place/set of circumstances when the mood strikes. How does he A) let you know what he wants and B) how does he get you in the mood too?

Domestic Bliss

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x Fem Reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI: Explicit smut, some fingering, P in V, backseat sex, slightly Dom-ish Soap, tons of dirty banter, Soap being a needy little horn dog

This 'drabble' turned into a one-shot because I can't control myself.

Synopsis: You and Soap take the next step in your relationship, and his not so subtle attempt to rile you up in public ends with an impromptu session in the parking lot.

Reference for where this man takes you to Poundtown here

Word count: 2k

"Alright, ma'am. If I can just you to sign here, here, and here. Then we should be all set up." Your advisor instructed as you sifted through yet another mountain of paperwork. Your eyes growing numb and your fingers beginning to ache from the repeated minor motion of signing your life away.

You pushed the last pile of paperwork over the advisors desk with gentle smile curling into your lips. Glancing over at the man sitting next to you with that same smile, a loving fondness in your eyes as you both took the next pivotal step in your relationship.

A mortgage.

Soap's demeanor was calm. Stoic even. Letting you take the lead in this circumstance as you were the one going to habitate the home more often than he would. A thought you both pushed aside for now to savor the wave of domestic bliss that came along after you signed the final piece of paperwork.

Yet his cool facade couldn't hide the cerulean maelstrom swirling within the whites of his eyes. A look you knew all too well, and one that never failed to send a quick shiver down your spine.

But here? At the bank?

Your smile quickly curled into a smirk, rolling your eyes at him as you turned your attention back to the advisor across the desk. You couldn't feed into Soap's growing needy desires. Not in public at least.

Pursing your lips with a heavy sigh, you tried to maintain your composure by focusing on the task at hand. Eyes trained to the quick movements of fingers across the keyboard as your consultant effortlessly entered your information into the database.

However, even the light clicking of keys couldn't keep your attention as you caught the sudden tremor of his knee in the lower periphery of your vision. The frantic cadence of his boot heel hitting the floor tearing at your concentration yet again, forcing you the bring the knuckles of your right hand up to your mouth to hide the apparent grin quickly forming on your lips.

With as subtle movement as possible, you placed your left hand on the top of his knee to quell his growing feverish motion. Gripping your fingers into the fabric of his jeans and pushing towards the floor in a physical attempt to ease his obviously heightening arousal.

“Ookay. That’s done. Let me get this all printed out and you two should be all set.” 

“Thank you, sir. Appreciate all your help with this.”

You share a quick glance with your advisor as he stands, his eyes momentarily shifting to Soap with a subtle curl in the corner of his mouth. You keep a close eye on him as he exits the office, finally turning to face Soap with a furrowed brow and address the apparent tension erupting between you two.

“Jesus Christ, Johnny. Would you please calm down?” You scolded playfully. Your lips a thin line of a smile, obscuring your clenched teeth as you dug your fingers further into his jeans.

“How much fuckin’ longer is this gonna take, bonnie? ‘Cause I'm 'bout to bend ya over this goddamn desk if he don't speed this shit up. He can bloody watch for all I care.” 

"We're almost done, Johnny. He just needs to give us the paperwork, and then we can go. So just, keep it in your pants for another five fuckin' minutes."

Your tone of reprimand barely able to combat the deep, rumbling brogue in his voice. Shifting slightly in your seat to quell the growing ache pulsing within your core. A gesture that most certainly did not go unnoticed as you took in the hungry blaze radiating within his eyes.

"Johnny. Don't. No!" Your frivolous attempt to stop him was broken down immediately as he thrusted his hand between your legs. Pressing his knuckles into the base of your heat through your jeans. Shifting to bring his chair closer and caress his mouth and tease you with his whispering brogue to the nape of your neck.

"Gonna fuckin' wreck ya, bonnie. Forget th'mortgage. This my down payment fer tha sweet pussy a'yers."

"Goddamit, MacTavish. Not here, ya fuckin' horn dog."

"Horn dog?" He questions with that distinctly mischievous grin. Pulling away as he eyed your advisor walking back into the office. His calmness in complete contrast to the excited flush bellowing from your chest as you quickly swat his hand away, scolding him quietly under your breath.

"Overconfident bastard."

"Alright. You two are all set up. You should be getting a call within the next five business days once you qualify. Other than that, welcome to home ownership."

"Thank you." You shook your advisor's hand, grabbed at your paperwork, and made an immediate bee line for the door. Beating Soap at his own game as you left him in the office with an obvious growing hard on. Already midway to the exit of the bank when you eyed him barreling out of the office in your periphery.

You didn't want to lose focus again. Not now. Now when you had the upper hand. You Kept your eyes locked onto the 4Runner at the back of the parking lot as your feet moved quickly at their own accord. Your ears perking to the sound of its alarm, a wave of triumph rolling over you as the locks sprung free.

You opened the backseat passenger door to toss your purse and paperwork on the seat. Expecting to see Soap at the driver side as you tried to close the door.

Tried.

You glanced questioningly at the door. Only then did you notice Soap's hand gripping on the edge. Spinning on your heels as you came face to face with a fiery blaze and a hungry look in his eyes.

"John?"

"Get in."

"John?!"

"GET IN!"

You felt his hands on your hips the moment his voice registered within your mind. Thrusting you into the back seat, an excitedly victorious giggle escaping your chest as he crawled in before slamming the door behind him.

"Yer such a fuckin' lit'le minx, y'know that? Leavin' me th're wit a full bloody stonner." He growled, pulling your shoes off and tossing them to the side, frantically moving to the front of your jeans as you continued to laugh in triumph at his feverish need.

"Makin' me do the goddamn walk o' shame and...why are these fuckin' buttons so goddamn small?!"

"Ooohhh, what happened to that cool confidence, Soap? Thought you could handle yourself under pressure. Bein' a demolitions expert an' all."

"Yer pushin' it, lass." He spat back. Relinquishing the fight with the buttons in favor of simply tearing your jeans off.

"M'also not tryin'a fuck tha bombs, smartass."

Soap tossed your garments to the back, flaring his nostrils with a darkened veil in his eyes as he spread your legs to take in the sight of your silken arousal. Moving onto his haunches with a deep inhale, his eyes rolling back as he took in the scent of your growing excitement.

“Mhmm. Could smell tha’ sweet pussy in th’re. An’ ya already so fuckin’ wet fer me, aren’t ya, bonnie?”

Words escaped you as he pushed two of his fingers inside your soaking heat, your eyes fluttering closed as he slowly pumped up to his knuckle, teasingly preparing you for what was to come. Unable to restrain your body’s reaction as your walls reflexively clenched around him.

“Donnae think I didn’t feel tha’. I know what ya need, lass. An’ m’gonna give it to ya.” Soap lured to you with a husky purr, your eyes fluttering open in response to take in the sight of him stroking himself through his jeans. His steely blue gaze boring into your soul as he effortlessly worked at the buckle of his belt. A throaty growl reverberating within him as he teasingly pushed the waist of his jeans below his hips to expose his painfully hardened cock.

"Johnny, I-" Your pleasured whimper was cut short as he throw his muscular frame on top of you, sealing his mouth over yours in a wet and desperately needy kiss. His strong hands gripping into the flesh of your thighs, guiding them around his waist as he teasingly pushed his throbbing erection into your moistened cunt. Filling you to the brim in one fluid thrust.

"Th's s'my home, bonnie. Right 'ere. B'tween yer legs an' deep in th's beautiful fuckin' pussy a 'yers."

Soap didn't give you time or air to respond as he encapsulated your mouth once more and immediately began pistoning himself into your core. The force of his thrusts wiping whatever thoughts and words out your mind, only focusing on the feel of him as he caged you against the backseat with his arms bent on either side of your head.

"Steamin' hell yer tight, lass." Soap growled into your lips, pressing his chest down into yours, keeping you still and allowing him full reign to pound his hardened length into your heat.

His bulbous tip kissing the flesh of your cervix with each forward thrust before pulling out almost entirely to only throw himself back into you once more. The continuous motion forcing your back to arch off the backseat, pushing your pelvis into his to stimulate the sensitive flesh of your clit.

Soap pulled his mouth away in repsonse to your shifting position, leaning forward to press his forehead into the crook of your neck. His hot breath cascading down your skin as he grunted and moaned with every subsequent thrust, his relentless pounding forcing you to grip into his shoulders to keep yourself stable beneath him.

"Johnny...Johnny..." you whispered softly against his temple. His name the only coherent word you could manage to let fall from your lips as your mind and body fell into the depths of his desperate and needy pleasure.

"Jus'...lemme 'ave th's, bonnie."

"Only g'nna need...an'ther minute.."

Soap's gasping breaths washed over the flesh of your neck, his voice rumbling within his throat like an otherworldly mixture of a growling whimper.

And the moment you felt his hips begin to falter, you pushed aisde your own pleasure in favor of reaching his. Only focusing on him. His needs. His desperate compulsion to always need to fill you and mark you as his own.

"C'mon, bonnie. Come for me."

You responded to his grunting demand by simply pressing your lips to the flesh of his temple. Wrapping your arms and legs around him tightly, letting him vigorously thrust his throbbing cock into your cunt until you felt the warmth of his release erupt deep inside you.

Soap's movements then halted all together. Burying himself into your heat as he rode out the relentless pulses of his climax.

Even within this impromptu moment, with him panting against your neck and you hunched beneath him in the backseat, there was always a certain level of intimacy that seemed to meld between you in the bliss of the afterglow. Cradling him in your arms as he slumped over in a limp and gasping mess.

"Fuckin hell, bonnie." He whispered, softly panting against your neck as he lightly pursed his lips against your neck.

"Jesus, Johnny. If I knew home ownership got ya this worked up, I'd it done years ago."

"Shut it, lass."

"Can't wait to see how hard ya get when I do my taxes."

Soap remained silent to your playful banter, responding only by continuing to kiss the curve of your neck as his body trembled, slowly coming down from the high of his release.

His mouth gently curled into a smile as he placed a series of gentle kisses up the nape of your neck. Chiding in once more to your jesting, his distinctive brogue thicker and more hoarse as he purred against your flesh.

"Won't 'ave ta, hen. Unless yer 'nta doin' a threesome."

"What?" You questioned, pulling him out of your neck to meet his steely blue gaze with a coitish smile.

"Uncle Sam already fucks ya in the ass, bonnie. It's the only time I'm yer designated sloppy side piece."

You can't hide the smile that emerged over your lips, pushing a piece of sweat ridden hair out of his eyes as you lovingly gaze up at him.

"Then I guess I'll be needing another down payment in advance. Just for good measure."

And of course, Soap obliges. Thrusting his still hardened cock deep into your core as he mutters those two words you love to hear.

"Yes, ma'am."

4Runner Wingman Masterlist

@deadbranch @sofasoap @d3athtr4psworld @punishmepunisher @jynxmirage @obligatoryghoststare @mykneeshurt @glitterypirateduck @homicidal-slvt @shotmrmiller @astraluminaaa @kkaaaagt @havoc973 @writeforfandoms @luismickydees

#super soap sunday #soap squad #soap squad 🧼 #domestic bliss #Soap's filthy mouth #love when he gets all needy and frustrated #such a horn dog #impromptu 4Runner session #johnny soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #john mactavish #soap mactavish #soap x you #soap x reader #soap x fem reader #cod soap #cod fanfic #soap smut #cod smut #cod #call of duty

[lavend3r-stardust]

People should say "I love you" to their friends more often. Why wouldn't you love those who've known so many versions of yourself and helped you grow into your current body and will continue to love you through your infinite stages?

#queer shenanigans and all that #queer #bi #bisexual #enby #nonbinary #platonic #platonic love #platonic relationships #safe love #soft love #domestic bliss #shira talks

[postwarlevi]

You and Levi are a one car family. On nice days he walks to work, or if you're available you drive him. Later, he likes to walk home because on the way he passes a flower shop where he stops in for a bouquet of your favorite flowers or those that are in season. It never fails to make your heart skip a beat when your husband walks in from his day with a smile saved just for you and gives you barely enough time to gush over the flowers before cuddling you close and kissing you, asking what that delicious smell is. You stroke his cheek as he holds you and the oven timer goes off, his favorite meal ready. You set the table with the flowers in the center and his eyes light up when he realizes you've made dessert as well. Later he'll help you clean up, making sure you don't do all of it by yourself. It's quiet evenings together like this that you both cherish most of all.

#Levi random thoughts #levi ackerman #levi #captain levi #attack on titan #aot #levi x reader #levi fluff #levi ackerman fluff #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader fluff #domestic bliss #domestic fluff #Modern au

[purposechef]

mornings, part ii

#sydcarmy #syd x carmy #carmen x sydney #the bear fanart #domestic fluff #illustration #my art #artists on tumblr #domesticity #slow burn #art #black and white #domestic bliss #category is: personal space wtf is that

[prettyboyprettyeyes]

i just want to come home to him. our own little apartment with big windows and lots of rooms, plenty of space to fill with love. i want to sit on the couch and have my feet rubbed as i tell him about my day. i want to watch our shows while i scratch his back. i want him to kiss the top of my head while i fold laundry, and i want to sit on the counter while he washes dishes.

#domestic bliss #domesticity #thoughts #him #mlm #mlm yearning #mlm thoughts #mlm post #t4t mlm #mlm love #gay thoughts #gay mlm #achillean #mlnb #mlm positivity

[bakubunny]

tfw when he reminds you how bad he wants you by kissing you and grabbing your hand to stroke his chub through his sweats when you’re too busy and too tired to fuck. he knows sometimes his silly girl forgets how much he loves her if he doesn’t show her, so he makes sure you know.

aizawa, midoriya, kirishima, shinso, yamada, kaminari, bakugo, tokoyami, todoroki, gojo, geto, ainosuke, kojiro, + ur faves

#domestic bliss #x reader #bnha smut #jjk smut #sk8 smut

[classifiedsto3]

Based on John's tweet where Sherlock quite literally spoiled the whole show to him lol

#fan art #john watson #johnlock #sherlock & co #sherlock holmes #sherlock and co #sherlock fanart #johnlock fanart #domestic bliss #they are so cute

[alwayspining]

Love in the Air (2022) l ep 13 - uncut version.

#love in the air #love in the air series #love in the air the series #love in the air: ep 13 #lita #lita ep 13 #prapaisky #prapai x sky #fortpeat #fort x peat #fort thitipong #peat wasuthorn #thai bl #thai drama #asianlgbtqdrama #lgbtqia+ #kiss #comfort #domestic bliss #they deserve it #video #video post #by alwayspining

[keegansgf]

“keegan p. russ headcanons”

pairing : Keegan P. Russ x fem! reader

tags : domestic fluff, headcanons

A/N : Simon Ghost Riley attention is great and all but look at Keegan <33. He needs more recognition on Tumblr and I fold for domestic bliss I also did NOT proofread 😭

I'd imagine him as the type of guy to adopt a big dog and a cat for both of you. Why a big dog? If he's not there, your buddy is protecting you. Keegan is always thinking two steps ahead– especially if it regards your safety. The cat, on the other hand, is just there to be cute with you and your other pet. His heart goes soft seeing you play with them.

He's more of a listener than a talker. You could be complaining about your day and he'll sit and listen giving the occasional input here and there. It's not like he's always quiet though. Whenever his teammates are over, they get surprised at how talkative he is to you.

Keegan isn't easy to read to everyone else, you both know when you need space. You're his soulmate, if something is up with him or vise versa, you both feel it.

He's definitely touchy. Every chance he has to hold you by his side is every chance he'll take. You'll feel his arm snake around your hips or waist when it gets too crowded or if you need to squeeze in-between other shoppers. This goes the same for when you're doing anything (sitting down, reading, etc.) If you're at a desk of some sort, he'll bend to your height to hug you from behind, and place a sweet kiss on your cheeks or temples. When you were a new couple, he wasn't that open to cuddling. He finds it much harder to sleep without you now.

I feel like he collects records in his free time. If you two ever really settle down and have a child, he's the dad who shares his own music taste. He'd be so proud hearing "I got my music taste from my dad!" (If you ever get to that point of fully settling down. I'd say he's a daughter type of guy though.)

Everything you, do he'll try to help you in whatever way, especially cooking. There's nothing he wouldn't do for you as a whole. He hides the fact he's a sucker for being your knight and you're his queen.

Speaking of being his queen and helping you out, I see him doing all the outdoorsy chores just so you don't have to do them. Catch him shoveling snow or raking leaves for you.

When you're shopping for things like clothes, makeup, etc, whatever you touch or show interest in is immediately remembered. In a matter of days, you'll see that perfume you were obsessed with in a brand-new box right at your dresser.

He likes the little things about you or the quiet moments in your shared lives. Noticing the smell of your perfume when you walk past him, seeing you're trying out a new nail color that he likes, having a different dish on the table to share– just everything. Waking up to a new day is something he's already grateful for, for very obvious reasons, but waking up next to the love of his life? Things couldn't be more perfect for him.

#keegan p russ #keegan p russ x reader #keegan x reader #keegan p. russ #keegan p. russ x reader #cod ghosts #cod ghosts x reader #call of duty #domestic fluff #domestic bliss #keegan needs more appreciation #keegansgf

[mopopshop]

A Domestic Day In The Life

Part 2 y’all 😣 I’m gonna keep writing about this family bcs I’m actually so attached but hope you guys enjoy

words: 4k

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The soft glow of dawn filters through the curtains, gently nudging you awake to the promise of a new day. Paige is draped over your back, her hair that was previously in a bun is now strewn across your face as she snores directly into your ear.

‘Graceful’ you think to yourself. 

Slowly you peel away from her to stand and tiredly stumble your way down the hall into Gianni’s nursery. At just nine months old she’s finally whittled down her waking up in the middle of the night from fifteen plus times to about two times a night. You’ve finally gotten used to getting at least five hours of sleep so you pray Gigi keeps up with this streak.

The floorboards creak as you make your way to her room, you gently push open the door to Gianni's nursery and lay eyes on her chubby face. She’s just as perfect as she was when you brought her home from the hospital, You lean over the crib, marveling at Gianni's serene expression. 

Almost as if she can sense your presence her face breaks into a cry and you move effortlessly scooping Gianni into your arms and cradling her close.

"G’morning, my love” you whisper softly, your voice a soothing melody that calms Gianni's cries. The tired lines on your face soften as you gaze down at her with tender affection. Gianni's eyes meet yours, and you're captivated by the innocence and wonder shining in her gaze.

With gentle care, you settle into the rocking chair by the window, the morning light casting a gentle glow over the room. You adjust the blankets around Gianni, ensuring she's snug and comfortable in your arms. Nearby, a bottle of formula sits ready, prepared with the meticulousness of a routine perfected through countless feedings.

As you cradle Gianni close, you offer her the bottle, the rhythmic sucking sounds filling the room with a sense of peace. You sit there in the quiet nursery feeding her for about ten minutes when you start to hear movement from your bedroom, assuming Paige is up. 

Once your finished feeding her you burp her for a few minutes then stand from your chair in the corner to lay her on the changing table, changing her diaper and putting her in an outfit for the time being. Just a simple short sleeved onesie adorned with flower decals and a bib, you carry her on your hip back towards your room to find Paige laying on your bed with her head propped on the headboard, scrolling through her phone.

You walk around to her side of the bed leaning down to give her a morning kiss “ ‘Mornin, baby” you murmur against her lips.

“G’mornin, mamas” she replies, her voice husky from sleep. She sits up higher in bed, having her back fully against the headboard as she plucks Gianni from your arms and places her in her lap.

“Good morning, pretty girl” she coos at Gianni as you walk to the bathroom to brush your teeth and start your skincare. Paige’s in the same position when you come back, bouncing Gigi on her knees and tickling her chubby sides.

“As adorable as this is, babe go brush your damn teeth” you chuckle “Gigi doesn’t need your morning breath all in her face when she wakes up” you say as you open your arms to take Gigi back while Paige heads to the bathroom.

But of course Paige has to pout, squeezing Gianni to her chest and smushing their cheeks together “No..” she whines.

You roll your eyes playfully “Take her with you or sumn, I don’t care as long as you get that breath in check”. Paige’s face explodes into a smile quickly running out with Gianni in tow.

You laugh to yourself, rolling back into bed and grabbing your phone to scroll through instagram. Eventually hearing Paige return with an equally giggly Gigi, they flop into bed so the three of you can cuddle.

Gianni giggles and squirms between you and Paige, her tan chubby fingers reaching out to grab at the blankets. Paige reaches over for you and pulls you flush to her side.

You nestle into Paige's embrace, feeling the warmth of her body against yours as she pulls you close. Gianni wriggles happily between you still, her infectious laughter filling the room with joy. With a contented sigh, you rest your head against Paige's shoulder, reveling in the comfort of your little family nestled together in bed.

Paige's fingers trace lazy patterns on your shoulder as she presses a tender kiss to your forehead, her love for you evident in every gentle touch. Gianni, sensing the closeness between her parents, babbles happily, her tiny hands reaching out to grasp at your braids, tugging hard for a nine month old. 

Paige bursts into laughter “Damn, baby she tryna fight”

Gianni, noticing her mama’s reaction, she smiles harder tugging again with double the strength. 

“Jesus fff- Gigi, baby let go of mommy’s hair please” you smile through the pain, Gianni continues a few seconds more before letting go and having her attention occupied with the TV remote next to Paige.

Paige’s still laughing her ass off and you playfully shove her over to the other side of the bed. 

“P it was not that funny!” you whine

“It really was, mamas i’m sorry” she chokes out through more laughter.

“Whatever!” you scoff, smacking her again “moving on from that, what you tryna eat for breakfast” 

Paige grins mischievously, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I’m kinda feelin’ waffles right now, and like a big ass side of bacon

You smack her shoulder as she turns to you with an offended look on her face. “The hell was that for?” she questions playfully.

You scold her lightly “Stop swearing in front of Gigi”

Paige feigns innocence, her expression turning mock-serious as she nods solemnly. "My apologies, Gigi," she says, turning to address your daughter with exaggerated sincerity. "Mama won't swear in front of you anymore, I promise. Even though mommy basically just did the same thing like two minutes ago” she whispers that last part.

Your jaw drops and you smack Paige again “First of all, I almost did and second of all she was being mean to me so I was justified in almost swearing, right Gigi?” you turn to your daughter.

Gianni responds with a gurgle, seemingly amused by the exchange between her parents. You smile at the sight, turning back to Paige, you can't help but laugh at her theatrics. 

Paige grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Girl bye, I know what I saw but whatever” she says, her voice filled with playful defiance. "But seriously, imma go start on these waffles." she goes to get out of bed but you grip her arm before she has a chance.

“Oh nah” you laugh “No more cooking baby, trust me I appreciate it but your ability to burn literally everything you touch should be considered a skill at this point. Doordash wins this game” you say shaking your phone in her face.

“Is that how it is?? Okay you know what?- my shit may burn during the process but it turns out pretty fire” she smirks to herself.

“… I guess” you tease back “but Ihop’s already on the way with our food so..” you smile

“Wow.. she so disrespectful G” Paige turns to Gianni pointing at you while she talks. 

Gianni responds with another gurgle of delight, her chubby fists reaching out as if in agreement. You both laugh at that, eventually calming down as Paige leans back grabbing the remote and turning on an old Celtics game while you grab a few toys from Gianni’s toy bin on the side of your bed. You hand them to her before relaxing on your pillows and scrolling through your phone.

“Baby, what times your game tonight again?” You ask distractedly, still scrolling through your phone.

“Seven”

“And what time do you needa be there?”

“Uh.. coach usually wants us there like two hours before to get in a little extra practice so I gotta be out of the house like.. five-ish” she responds, eyes glued to the TV screen.

“Alright, so i’ll be there around six-forty five” you say getting up from the bed to grab the food.

You come back to the room handing Paige her food and sitting on the bed with yours. You eat in comfortable silence, occasionally giving Gigi an egg to eat.

You and Paige had gotten up at eight and it’s around ten by the time you’re done eating. There’s not much to do today until the game so you and Paige hop off the bed, wiping away crumbs then Paige scoops Gianni in her arms carrying her to living room to place her in her bouncer. You straighten up the sheets then go join Paige in the living room,each finding your own spot to relax. 

Paige grabs the PlayStation controller and starts up a game while you settle onto the couch, dragging Gianni’s bouncer to your side. You finally settle on watching a movie on MAX while Paige plays.

As the morning wears on, you find yourself engrossed in the movie, occasionally glancing over at Paige as she plays her game, Gianni, meanwhile, has slowed down her bouncing, seemingly tired from the morning. 

Around noon, Paige sets aside the PlayStation controller and joins you on the couch, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as she leans in close. "You want to take a nap with Gianni?" she suggests, her voice soft and inviting.

You smile at her suggestion, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over you at the thought of curling up with your little family for a midday nap. "That sounds perfect," you murmur, pressing a gentle kiss to Paige's cheek before settling back against the cushions, Gianni cradled in your arms.

As the clock ticks closer to three, you and Paige stir from your nap, feeling refreshed and ready to get on with the rest of the day. Paige gently grabs Gianni from your lap, cradling her close as she coos softly to her, while you stretch your limbs and rub the sleep from your eyes.

With a shared glance, you and Paige silently agree that it's time to start getting ready for Paige's game. You set Gianni down in her playpen with a few toys to keep her occupied while you and Paige head to your bedroom to shower and change into your game day attire.

Paige quickly throws on her basketball gear, slipping into her jersey and shorts with practiced ease, while you opt for simple UCONN jersey with some jeans and a pair of Jordan 4’s. Once dressed, you head back to the living room and quickly get Gianni in her outfit, her own little white UCONN onesie and some navy leggings.

Once finished you grab Gianni's diaper bag and pack it with all the essentials: diapers, wipes, a change of clothes, and a few snacks to keep her content during the game.

As you finish packing the diaper bag, Paige  emerges from the room face glued to her phone, checking for any updates from her coach or teammates, ensuring she's prepared for the game ahead. She gives you and Gianni a quick kiss before heading out the door with a promise to see you again before the game starts.

You don’t wanna sit in an empty stadium for an hour waiting so you opt to stay in the living room, finishing your movie while you feed and burp Gianni before you leave. 

Once the clock hits six-forty you buckle Gianni into her carrier, taking that, your purse, and her diaper bag to the car. The drive to the game is nothing special just you humming along to the music on the radio as you pull up to the stadium. 

When you arrive at the gym, you find a parking spot and make your way inside, the familiar sounds of squeaking sneakers and bouncing basketballs filling the air. You spot Paige as you walk in, giving her and the team a quick wave and smile then leaving to find your seats in the stands with Gianni.

As you settle into your seats, Gianni squirming excitedly in your lap, you watch as Paige finishes up her warm-up drills on the court. She catches your eye and flashes you a quick smile before turning her focus back to the game.

Just as the teams are about to take the court for tip-off, Paige makes her way up into the stands to greet you and Gianni. She leans in close, pressing a kiss to your cheek before turning her attention to Gianni, who reaches out to grab at Paige's fingers with chubby hands.

"Hey baby girl," Paige coos, her voice filled with affection as she gazes down at Gianni. "Mama’s about to kick this teams ass, watch" she adds with a playful wink.

You smack her arm for swearing but quickly pull her in for one more kiss.

Gianni responds with a happy gurgle, seemingly captivated by the energy and excitement radiating from her mama. You smile at the sight, feeling a swell of pride for Paige and all she's about to accomplish on the court.

Paige leans in close to you, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers, "Imma win this one for you, mamas"

You wrap an arm around Paige's waist, pulling her close for a brief but affectionate hug. "You always do" you murmur, pressing another kiss to her cheek before releasing her to head back down to the court.

As Paige takes her place on the court with her teammates, you settle back into your seat, Gianni cradled in your arms as you prepare to cheer on your favorite player. The game begins, and you find yourself on the edge of your seat, heart pounding with anticipation as Paige and her team battle it out on the court.

With each shot made and each point scored, you can't help but feel a surge of pride for Paige and her incredible skills as a player. The crowd erupts into cheers and applause as Paige sinks a three-pointer, her signature move that never fails to impress.

As the final buzzer sounds and the game comes to a close, you jump to your feet along with the rest of the crowd, cheering and applauding as Paige and her team celebrate their hard-earned victory. Paige looks up into the stands, her eyes searching for you and Gianni, and when she finds you, her face breaks into a wide grin, a silent expression of gratitude and love.

You clap and cheer along with the rest of the crowd and soon after grabbing you and Gigi’s things to head to the press conference room. 

The press conference room is buzzing with excitement as reporters and journalists eagerly await the arrival of the players and coaches. You find a seat in the back, Gianni cradled in your arms as you watch the room fill up with people.

After a few minutes, Paige and her teammates enter the room, their faces still flushed with the excitement of their victory. Paige spots you in the back and gives you a quick wink before taking her place at the front of the room, alongside her coach and a few other players.

The press conference begins, with the coach fielding questions from reporters about the game and the team's performance. Paige listens attentively, occasionally nodding in agreement or offering her own insights into the game.

The interviewers do a great job of evenly distributing questions but quite a few of Paige’s have to do with you and Gianni which makes you flush and duck your head down in embarrassment.

“We noticed you gesturing towards your partner and daughter during the game. How much of an influence do they have on your performance on the court?" one interviewer questions.

Paige smiles as she goes to answer the question “Yeah um, my partner Aniyah, she’s back there hiding her face ‘cause she gets embarrassed when y’all mention her” she points to the back of the room where you’re sitting with Gianni, becoming more embarrassed when everyone turns to look at you. “But yeah, they’re my biggest supporters, both on and off the court. Seeing them in the stands fuels my drive to perform my best and make them proud. They're my rock, and their presence reminds me of what's truly important in life.” 

A few more questions are asked before they come back to Paige.

“Speaking of your family, how do you balance the demands of being a professional athlete with your role as a parent and partner?"

"Balancing my career with parenthood and my relationship is definitely a challenge, but it's one I gladly embrace, you know. It’s just a lot of  effective communication, and a lot of teamwork, both at home and with my teammates. We make it work because we're committed to each other's happiness and success." The reporters nod and smile continuing with the other players. 

As the press conference continues, Gianni starts to get restless and you panic since you’d run out of snacks just as the game ended. This conference couldn’t be any longer, Gianni has started to whine and thrash which is getting you looks from staff in the room. 

“… think about was executing the shot and helping my team clinch the win. It's moments like those that mak-“ Paige pauses in the middle of her answer, catching your eye with a concerned look on her face. You try to silently communicate back that she doesn’t need to stop anything but clearly Gianni has other plans as she responds to this interaction by crying. Loud.

Paige immediately stands up walking to the back of the room and swiftly plucks Gianni from your arms, not even checking to see your reaction. She returns to the table and without a beat continues the interview. 

Gianni immediately ceases her crying opting for shoving her hand in her mouth and staring at the reporters in the room. Paige chuckles in the middle of her sentence due to the sudden silence.

 She answers a few more questions from the reporters, as the press conference comes to a close, Paige thanks the crowd for their support and invites them to join her and the team for a brief meet-and-greet outside the gym.

You and Gianni stay by Paige's side as she shakes hands and poses for photos with fans, feeling a sense of warmth and camaraderie in the air. As the crowd begins to disperse, you wrap your arms around Paige, pulling her close for a sweet embrace.

"I'm so proud of you, baby," you whisper, pressing a kiss to her lips . "You played amazing out there."

“That? Light work” she smirks with a playful grin “Thank you, mama’s” kissing you lightly on the cheek. 

Since you and Paige had came in different cars, you let her know that you and Gianni are gonna head home while she finishes things up here. Grabbing your bags and Gianni you give Paige a quick kiss goodbye and head to the car. 

As you drive home with Gianni in the backseat, the excitement of the day slowly gives way to a sense of calm and contentment. Gianni babbles happily from her car seat, occasionally pointing out the window at passing cars and colorful signs.

When you arrive home, you're greeted by the familiar sight of your cozy apartment, the warm glow of the lights welcoming you back. As you step inside, you set Gianni down in her playpen with a few toys to keep her occupied while you unpack her diaper bag and grab a few essentials for her bath.

Shortly after you and Gianni settle in, you hear the door open and Paige's cheerful voice fills the air. She walks into the living room, a smile spreading across her face as she sees you and Gianni.

"Hey, mamas," she greets, dropping her keys on the counter and making her way over to where you and Gianni are sitting. She leans down to press a kiss to Gianni's forehead before turning to give you a kiss.

"Hey, baby," you reply, “I’m gonna go ahead and give G a bath while you start on dinner”

Paige nods, heading to your room to change real fast before she starts. While Paige starts on dinner, you gather Gianni's things and head to the bathroom to give her a quick wash up. Gianni splashes and giggles in the warm water, her chubby fingers reaching out to grab at the bubbles floating in the air.

After her bath, you wrap Gianni in a fluffy towel and carry her back to her nursery to get her dressed for dinner. She squirms and wriggles in your arms, her excitement unwavering as she squeals.

Once Gianni is dressed, you make your way back to the kitchen, where Paige is just putting the finishing touches on dinner. Something nice for the two of you, loaded baked potatoes with greens and for Gigi, ground meat and mushed sweet potatoes.

You and Paige sit down at the table together, Gianni seated in her high chair between you. Paige serves up generous portions of food onto each plate, and you dig in eagerly, savoring the delicious flavors of the meal.

As you eat, you take turns feeding Gianni, who eagerly accepts each spoonful of food with gusto. She babbles happily between bites, her infectious laughter filling the room.

After dinner, you and Paige take turns cleaning up the dishes while the other entertains Gianni. Once the kitchen is clean, you gather Gianni's bedtime essentials and make your way to her nursery.

Paige is quick to pluck her from your arms, smothering her face with kisses and blowing raspberries on her cheeks. Gianni explodes into giggles, squealing at her mama’s behavior.

“Babe, you’re gonna rile her up before bed” you complain playfully.

“Don’t care, she’s my baby girl” she pouts, shoving her face in Giannis cheeks. “Can we just put her to bed later or sumn, she don’t needa go to bed this early” she whines again. 

“Yeah no, if she doesn’t go to sleep now she’s not gonna sleep at all” you go to grab Gianni but Paige shifts her body so she’s out of your reach.

“Paige.”

She groans, reluctantly passing Gianni over to you “You stay tryna take my daughter from me bro.” 

“I know, i’m a monster” you respond sarcastically.

Laying Gianni in her crib, you and Paige kiss her goodnight before turning on her white noise machine, shutting off the lights, and slowly closing the door. 

As Gianni drifts off to sleep, you and Paige make your way back to your bedroom, ready to wind down for the night. You opt to take a shower first, washing off the grime from the day, then heading back to your room to lotion up and change into pajamas. You grab one of Paige’s hoodies from her drawer and a pair of shorts. 

Paige heads to the bathroom to wash up while you take a seat on the carpet in front of your floor length mirror to remove your makeup and complete your nighttime skincare routine.

Once you're done, you join Paige in the bathroom, where she's already brushing her teeth. You grab your toothbrush and join her at the sink, both of you silently going through the familiar motions of your nightly routine.

Paige finishes before you and after brushing your teeth, you head back to the bedroom, where Paige has finished getting dressed, just her regular nighttime fit, a sports bra and some shorts, she’s already climbed into bed and turned on the TV. You settle in beside her, snuggling under the covers as you flip through the channels, searching for something to watch.

You eventually settle on a rerun of The Big Bang Theory. Paige wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as you cuddle up together, the warmth of her body a comforting presence against yours.

As you watch TV together, you chat idly about the day and things to come, sharing stories and anecdotes as you laugh and relax in each other's company. Gianni's soft snores drift in from the baby monitor, a gentle reminder of the precious little life you've created together.

Eventually, the weight of the day catches up with you, and you find yourselves growing drowsy as the minutes tick by. Paige reaches for the remote, turning the TV down and setting it aside as she settles back against the pillows.

You curl up beside her, sinking into the warmth of the blankets as you nestle against Paige's side. With a contented sigh, you close your eyes, feeling the gentle pull of sleep as it tugs you into its embrace.

Wrapped in the warmth of each other's love, you and Paige drift off to sleep, the soft sounds of the night lulling you into dreams filled with love, laughter, and the promise of a new day.

#uconn wbb #paige bueckers #paige bueckers x reader #uconn huskies #wlw #women’s basketball #ncaa women’s basketball #ncaa #domestic fluff #domestic bliss #family

[lavend3r-stardust]

This could be us, you know

#shira talks #pining i guess #pining and yearning and longing my guy #domestic bliss #safe love #soft love #romantic academia #light academia #dark academia #cute cats #cats #cats of tumblr #kittens #otters #queer pining #queer yearning #queer longing #queer love #cute animals #cute pets #pets of tumblr #affection #queer solace

[purposechef]

3 things Carm finds inexplicably hot // 3 things Syd finds inexplicably hot

#sydcarmy #syd x carmy #carmen x sydney #the bear fanart #fanart #artists on tumblr #art #illustration #my art #black and white #domestic bliss #things i think about instead of doing work #things i draw instead of tending to my life

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

A Fresh Start [15]

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Warnings: self doubt, anxiety, PTSD-esque panic attack, talk of medical trauma

Word Count: 6,035

Summary: When you made plans for your future they never involved being hired by a Mandalorian to baby-sit his adorable, green gremlin of a child. However, after your life fell apart in the span of one disastrous night, you found it to be the only feasible option you had left. Nevarro was a far cry from Coruscant, but the thriving community turned out to be exactly what you needed. Every day you spend in Nevarro you fall more and more in love with your new life, but when your past rears its ugly head you find that perhaps peace wasn’t meant for everyone.

#15: MANDO LOOKS LIKE HE KNOWS HOW TO FUCK

Chapter Summary: The time has come to talk about your past, but you can’t imagine a world where the Marshal doesn’t hate you for what you’ve done. Nima is Nima.

“I think we made a perfect fit because we were both broken, had we been whole, we wouldn’t have connected like we did.” -Eric Inzunza

It had been a wild 24 hours for you. Grogu got sick, your Marshal Mandalorian took his helmet off to cuddle up beside you in the bathroom with said sick child, said Marshal Mandalorian then told you his name, pirates invaded the outskirts of Nevarro, you threatened a cowardly doctor with blackmail you garnered from your past, Grogu got sicker, you held a medical tech at blaster point, you worked with medicine for the first time in over a year, Grogu got better, then you and Din Djarin got handsy in the bathroom. The chaotic whirlwind of events had your head spinning, but that very last encounter grounded you fairly well. If someone had told you that you’d go from learning your boss’ name to letting him strip you nearly bare in the bathroom a day later you would’ve laughed.

“Mando!” You called out to the man getting dressed back in the rooms. The man who had to get dressed because you had been in the process of taking his clothes off. Oh, your brain was not functioning enough to really grasp this at all. “It’s Karga!”

The introduction of the High Magistrate into this tricky equation only baffled you further. He stood in the foyer, dressed in his rather gaudy robes, while you stood in front of him wearing only Din’s shirt. You tugged down the edges of his shirt to further cover yourself. Maybe if Din’s warm hands hadn’t broken your brain you would’ve thought to grab a blanket to cover yourself. Or pants.

“He’s getting⏤” You paused. It would look pretty damning if you told him Din was in the process of getting dressed. Though, the state you were in was probably already pretty damning. “Mando will be here in a second.”

“I appreciate that, but I’m actually here for you.” Karga replied. “How’s Grogu?”

You blinked in a poor attempt to jump from the first statement to the casual question. “Good.” You blurted. “Stable.” You kept repeating the word ‘stable’ and you wondered if it was in part due to trying to convince yourself. Grogu was stable. Grogu was safe. Grogu was healing. You motioned over your shoulder. “Would you mind if I stepped out to grab a pair of pants?”

Not a question you thought you’d be asking the High Magistrate of Nevarro, but as you had already realized this was not a predictable 24 hours.

“I wouldn’t mind at all. In fact, I insist.” Karga replied.

“Great.” You pulled Din’s shirt down further and rushed away.

On your way back to the rooms, you nearly collided with a wall of beskar. Before you could stumble back, Din grabbed your upper arm to catch you. The firm grip of his gloved hand had your face growing warm which was absolutely ridiculous compared to where he had tried to put his hands only minutes ago. Din, unaware of the effect he had on you, shook his head. “What’s wrong?”

“Um, I need pants.”

“No, you don’t.” Din replied without missing a beat. You narrowed your eyes at him, glanced down at himself, then looked back up in question. Din leaned in, keeping his voice low, “We’re not done, ner kar’ta.” That same powerful wave of desire returned. The way his voice alone could make your toes curl… “Wait for me. I won’t be long with Karga.”

You were so stupid drunk off the thought of him alone, you almost nodded in agreement. Reality settled back into place though, and you shook your head. “I can’t. Karga isn’t here for you. He’s, apparently, here for me?”

Din was silent for a second before he began to pass you. “I’ll handle this.”

Though you liked the idea of Din sending Karga away for whatever reason he was here, you were beginning to grow curious as to why the High Magistrate was interested in you at all. You were fairly certain, up until now, that he only knew you as Grogu’s nanny. The thought was sobering. Grogu’s nanny. That’s where this all started⏤ that was the island that had gotten lost in the horizon as you sailed out to grasp the connection you had with the child’s father.

Not now. You’d save those terribly, depressing thoughts for a day you weren’t riding a high⏤ a day where you didn’t know what Din’s rough hands felt like against your skin. Quickly, you rushed back into the bathroom to find and slip your pants back on before heading back to the living room.

Karga had entered in further, but he remained standing by the couch. He was the picture of casual nonchalance, but Din’s entire body seemed stiff. This only seemed to worsen when you drifted closer and the High Magistrate’s attention focused on you.

“There she is. Woman of the hour! And wearing pants this time⏤”

“Karga.” Din snapped.

Karga waved a finger at the Mandalorian. “I jest, my old friend. Is a little teasing not allowed?” Din didn’t respond. You took that as a sign to also not respond. Karga shook his head with a sigh. “Straight to business, as always.”

You stepped closer and set a hand on Din’s arm. “What can I help you with, High Magistrate?”

“I always liked her.” Karga said to Din before smiling at you. “Which is why I’d like to offer you a job. It seems Nevarro is short one physician.” The hand you set on Din to reassure him fell to your side in shock. Had he just⏤? Your chest felt tight and you swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat. “Well, more than just one physician short, I should say. Technically, on this entire planet, we only have one broken droid and a physician who likes to play nanny.”

“Karga!” Din snapped again.

You shook your head. “I’m not⏤”

“Oh, we’re past denial. Aren’t we?” Karga asked. Then, he said your name. Din’s head turned to stare at you as well, but all you could focus on was the feeling of the blood running out of your face. Were you falling? It felt like you were falling head over heels. The room was beginning to tilt. Karga reached into his robes’ pocket and held up a holopad. You recognized your face. It was the picture used on your medical badge back when you were employed. Karga had your whole work file right there in his hands. Your charade was crumbling right before your eyes. “I know everything, Doctor. Honestly, I’m impressed. Your marks and experience could get you a job damn near anywhere in this galaxy, and there’s a transcript here saying the court settled in your favor. You never lost your license. Plus, you’re quite the fighter as well.”

You were going to be sick. Nausea caused your stomach to churn uncomfortably. 

“You had no right, Karga.” Din barked. “What makes you think you can⏤”

“High Magistrate or not, I think you’re forgetting my roots, Mando.” Karga raised an eyebrow at him. “I didn’t become one of the most renowned agents of the guild by playing nice or respecting boundaries.” He glanced at you and gave you a half hearted shrug. “It’s not personal. I do what I must to get what I need. And right now, that’s you.”

“I have to⏤ I⏤” You took a shaky step back. Din reached out for you, but you quickly took another to keep from his grasp. His hand closed around air, and you immediately felt bad for dodging him. Still, you couldn’t be here. Not right now. Not with the room closing in. You turned and rushed away.

Din watched you hurry out of the room and he had to resist the urge to turn around and maim Karga. He glared at his old friend, hands balled up into fists, “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nevarro needs a medical team, Mando. We can’t ship off every emergency.”

“Then hire some new ones from off world.” Din replied through clenched teeth.

“I’m trying, but it’s a hard sell.” Karga scoffed. “Do you know how perfect she is? An incredible physician too traumatized to get the job she truly deserves in the Inner Rim⏤” Din snapped at him, but he didn’t stop. “And now she has ties here? At first I figured it was just Nima, but now I suppose she has you as well. I assume that’s why you’re in such a foul mood. I interrupted something.”

Din lunged forward and before a thought could occur he had Karga’s robes bunched into his fist. He resisted actually hitting the man, and Din could see on Karga’s face that the man knew he had overstepped. Karga held his hands up in surrender. One still holding the holopad. 

“I’m sorry, friend.” Karga said simply. “You must understand how desperate I am right now. No community can thrive without proper medical care. Maker forbid something awful happens before I can convince a different physician to come.” Din shoved Karga back and set his hands on his hips. Karga held out the holopad to him. “Aren’t you curious about her past? Don’t you want to know more about her?”

“I do.” Din replied. He took the holopad from Karga and kept it by his side. “But only if she wants to share it with me. Now, get out of our house.”

Karga gave a small nod before backpedaling away. Din was set to turn and find you, but he stopped when Karga called out to him. The High Magistrate offered a small smile as some kind of peace offering, but his words were more a salve than his emotion. “I have my feelers out looking for Daelar. Not a public bounty, but a private one. You wanna know when I find him?”

“Yes.” Din replied. “Bring me the puck.”

“I thought you weren’t a bounty hunter anymore.”

“I’m not. This is personal.” Din said. “He put my family in danger. He doesn’t get to walk away from that.”

Karga smirked. “Now, there’s the bloodthirsty Mandalorian I know and love.”

Without another word, he left and Din was stuck standing alone in his living room. He wasn’t sure how such an incredible start to his morning could turn sour so quickly, but it wasn’t worth exploring. Din needed to check in on you.

The plan had been to barrel through the house and put as much distance between you and that holopad as possible⏤ even if it meant breaking through the patio glass doors, hopping the small fence, and escaping into the neighboring lava plains. The only thing that stopped you, the only thing that could stop you, was the quiet whine you’d recognize anywhere. Grogu. You came to a skidding stop outside Din’s bedroom door and immediately rushed in. The child was shifting in his hammock, fussy. It only took you seconds to gather him into your arms and at your touch he fell back into a restful slumber.

Rocking him carefully, you carried him out of the bedroom and continued down the hall until you reached the glass doors that led out to a small back patio. You didn’t come out here often. Though maybe you would start. There was a small, round table with a few matching metal chairs surrounding it. You had a view of the lava plains, could even see a bit of the hot springs, and it was peaceful. That’s how you should feel right now. At peace. You had Grogu sleeping in your arms, no fever and no cough, and the morning air was comfortably warm and quiet. 

But Grogu was a reminder of the patient you had once failed, and the quiet left room for Karga’s words to echo loudly in your head. There was a little voice at the back of your mind whispering that you needed to run. You needed to flee. If you weren’t known, then you weren’t in danger. However, things weren’t so simple anymore. The little boy sleeping in your arms was evidence of that. Realistically, Grogu was not yours. He was the child you were paid to care for and since this was technically just a job it should be easy to turn in a resignation and walk away. Emotionally, this was not the case. 

Even with the knowledge that Karga was familiar with your entire past, you couldn’t bring yourself to start planning an off world escape. You traced the tip of your finger down the bridge of his nose. You were foolish to let your walls down⏤ to grow so attached. The door behind you slid open and Din stepped out. 

“Grogu is alright.” You said before he could ask. “I think he’ll be up soon. He got fussy when I was walking by so I grabbed him.” The other seat was across the table from you. Rather than just sit, Din picked up the metal chair by the back and pulled it closer so he’d be right beside you. You couldn’t bare to bring your gaze up, away from Grogu, to the man beside you. “I’m thinking we should keep him out of school tomorrow. See how he’s feeling then.”

Din’s hand entered your view and he settled it on your thigh. It was technically similar to the hold he had you in earlier, while kneeling in front of you, but this was one born of comfort rather than lust. He squeezed your thigh then spoke, “How are you feeling, ner kar’ta?”

A dry chuckle fell from your lips. “You know my name now. You don’t have to use nicknames anymore.”

“Not knowing your name had nothing to do with my choice in what to call you.” Din replied. “And knowing your name now is not the same as it being given to me. I understand the difference.”

There was something about his words that made tears spring to your eyes. Maybe it was the softness in his whispered tone or the unhindered understanding he seemed to share. Kriff, maybe it was just your emotional capabilities being shitty right now because of how devastating it was to hear Karga say your name, file in hand.

You lifted your eyes to meet the familiar t-shape of his visor. Briefly, you wished you could see his face. There was a weight in his gaze, despite not being able to see his eyes, and you wanted more than anything to see it rather than just feel it. As soon as the thought came to you, you felt ashamed. Din’s creed was important to him, and you shouldn’t be sitting here wishing it away for the sake of your comfort.

“It doesn’t bother you that you hired a stranger to be your nanny?” You asked⏤ your voice was shakier than you wanted it to be. “I lied to you. About my name, about my work experience. Though, I did say I worked in a medical clinic. So maybe I only lose half a point there.”

Din chuckled. “You don’t lose any points. I’m not keeping score.”

“Why aren’t you upset at me?” You shook your head. “After hearing all of that, all of a sudden, you should… I don’t know.”

“It wasn’t all of a sudden. I’ve had… suspicions.” Din said. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He sighed, “You don’t answer to Soran the way someone would if it were their actual name. You even called it out after a nightmare. Then, the way you reacted to being in a clinic and your thoughts on my choices of first aid care?” Din shook his head with another short chuckle. “Only someone with a medical background would care that much about the risks and benefits of bacta or cautery. There was also all of last night…”

You nodded. “I knew last night would’ve given me away. I didn’t think I had been so obvious about everything else though.”

“I just pay attention.”

“Must be an important talent for a bounty hunter.”

Din paused, his fingers tightening around your thigh once more, “It has nothing to do with my past work experience and everything to do with you.” Your cheeks warmed. “I pay attention to you.”

There was an intensity about Din Djarin that was surprisingly hypnotizing. With his tall broad frame, intimidating beskar armor, and blank helmet the intensity should be terrifying. Despite all that though, being the center of his attention was intoxicating. Almost enough so that you were nearly distracted from the topic at hand. You wished you could get lost in his attention, forget about the weight bearing down on your shoulders, but your eyes darted to the holopad Din had set on the table. Din turned his head to follow your gaze then shook his head.

“I didn’t read it. And, Karga didn’t say anything further about you.” Din reassured. “He wouldn't dare.”

“Right.” You chuckled. “Digging up my past is perfectly fine, but he wouldn’t ever cross the boundary of talking about me to others. Because he’s the respectful kind.”

“Because he knows I’d kriffing end his existence if he tried.”

Listening to a man threaten someone for your sake shouldn’t be as attractive as it was, and yet… You focused back on Grogu and lightly traced your fingers along the length of his ears. Din wasn’t the kind bothered by long silences. He was comfortable to sit there patiently as your brain racked itself for an answer or some next step to take. The entire time his thumb rubbed circles on your thigh.

“Do you…” You took a deep breath and looked back to the man beside you. “Do you want to know about…me?”

“I want to know everything you’re willing to share, ner kar’ta.” He replied. Din shifted so while one hand rested on your thigh the other rested on the back of your chair. It gave you the sensation of being cornered, but with Din that didn’t have a negative connotation. Rather than feeling trapped, you felt protected. As if Din was some kind of barrier between you and the world. “But, you don’t have to do this now. This should be something you share because you want to⏤ not because someone else pushed you into it. I’m sorry Karga did this.”

You shook your head. “It’s okay. I want…” You paused, and as the next words came to you it felt like a truth you hadn’t even realized you felt. “I think I want you to know. I just⏤” There was a lump in your throat that you had to swallow down before the rest of your sentence came out in a weak whisper. “I’m afraid you won’t see me the same anymore. It’s been so long. I’m afraid to⏤ to be known.”

“Don’t.” Din said firmly. “Don’t be. There is nothing you could say that would change how I⏤” He stopped himself from continuing and your eyebrows furrowed at the sudden cessation of his voice. Like he was choking on his own words. “Gar cuyir ner kar’ta. Ibac kelir draar am.”

You didn’t know what he said. You recognized the words he used as your newest nickname, but you were still clueless as to what that meant. Still, despite that, his words brought you a warm comfort. Din tended to slip into Mando’a when emotions rose or when speaking to Grogu. You wondered if it felt more natural to him to express himself in this language rather than Basic.

“I killed my best friend.” You blurted. If Din was caught off guard by your sudden admission, rather than you just questioning his Mando’a, he didn’t show it⏤ not that you’d be able tell through his helmet. 

“Was her name Soran?” Din asked. You nodded once. “What happened?”

“There was an accident. Starship collision. It took out…” You shrugged. “We got swamped in the emergency room. That’s where I was working at the time. I saw patient after patient non-stop and then… then there was Soran. She came in⏤ she was dying. I tried to find a physician to take over. I knew I was too close to her to be⏤ but we all⏤ there was so much going on.” As the memory played out you felt your heart start to race. The smell of blood, bacta, and bitter antiseptic filled your nose. You would’ve fallen into the moment entirely if it weren’t for the firm grip squeezing your thigh once more. You took in a slow breath. “I was the only one available. I had to act and I did. But, it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t enough.”

“Ner kar’ta…”

A soft whimper from your arms made you glance down to see Grogu was beginning to rouse. He mumbled a few unintelligible words before one you recognized was spoken. “Buir…”

“Din.” You turned and motioned for him to take the boy. He didn’t hesitate to pull Grogu into his own arms and Grogu, in response, buried his face into the crook of Din’s neck. Your lips curled up into a small smile. “You should go in with him. Seeing your face would do him a lot of good.”

“You should come in too.” Din replied, rubbing his son’s back soothingly. “You need rest. The sleep on the cot couldn’t have been restful.” 

You shook your head and stood. Din tilted his head to stare up at you. “I, um, I think I’m gonna take a walk.” Din began to speak, but you cut in. “I’m fine, Din. Really. I wanted to check on Nima anyways after the whole pirate attack.”

“Alright.” Din slowly stood. “Can I… Can I look at your file?”

You nodded with a shrug. “I already admitted to the worst of my sins. The file won’t have much else.”

With one arm holding Grogu to his chest, Din reached out to cup the side of your face. He lightly tugged you toward him so he could rest his forehead against yours. The cool bite of beskar against your flushed skin made you let out a soft sigh and your eyes fluttered closed to enjoy the moment of peace.

“Come home soon, ner kar’ta.”

This was a shitty day off. Karga really needed to learn the definition of ‘taking a break’. Honestly, it was partly Din’s fault for believing the man was truly going to let him have a full day of rest. It did feel more like a day off now. Din had taken off his armor, changed into a pair of comfortable house clothes, and now he lounged on the couch with Grogu babbling on his chest. His son had fully woken up from his extended nap, and he was nearly back to his usual, energetic self. Grogu was still a little clingier than normal, but that didn’t surprise Din nor did he mind it. 

“Mhmm. Tell me all about it, ad’ika.” Din hummed while stroking his son’s ears. Every few words Grogu would make sense, but most of it was just a stream of constant babbling. Din nodded. “I know.”

This moment would feel like the perfect day off if it wasn’t for the lack of you and the dreadful holopad sitting on the couch beside him. Din knew there had to be more to the story. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you. Maker, after last night there was no one he trusted more. Din just had a gut feeling that you were the kind to carry guilt even when it wasn’t yours to carry. He knew if this truly were the case, then any story you told him would be painted with a negative light toward yourself.

“Ma?” Grogu suddenly asked. Din sighed and readjusted so the one hand that wasn’t scratching his son’s back was resting behind his head. He couldn’t find it himself to be upset over this newest revelation over your past. Logically, maybe he should be, but you still felt like you. From the beginning, Din knew you had been hiding something and that something had saved his son’s life. Din had no room to complain. He was more disappointed that his morning had gone into a different direction than it started. When Din didn’t offer Grogu a real answer the boy reached out to pat Din on the cheek repeatedly⏤ your title emphasized with each pat. “Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma.”

Din chuckled and sat up quickly. Grogu squealed in laughter when Din rubbed his face against his son’s belly, tickling him, then cradled him closer. Maker, he was so relieved to hear Grogu laugh rather than cough. “I miss ma too, ad’ika. She’ll be back soon.” Grogu grumbled and huffed an annoyed sigh. Din chuckled and lightly tapped his forehead against Grogu’s. “Ma did such a good job of taking care of you, didn’t she?”

“ ‘lek.”

“She’s incredible, huh?” Din breathed. Grogu wiggled out of his grip to jump onto the floor and began to waddle away. He called out ‘Ma’ as he waddled toward the hallway toward the bedrooms⏤ as if he didn’t believe that she was actually away. Din’s hand drifted to his chest where one of his larger scars lay and he could still feel your touch ghosting over it. If he closed his eyes he could imagine your lips tenderly brushing against every scar you found on him. 

Maker, why did Karga have to show up when he did? The High Magistrate couldn’t have waited an hour more? Two? Karga was worse than a cold shower.

Din reached back to grasp the holopad and brought it into focus. When he turned it on, your smiling face greeted him. In the head shot, your hair was pulled away from your face and you wore a pair of light green scrubs and a white coat. His eyes traced the lines that made up your name and he rolled it around his mind⏤ not daring to say it out loud. It suited you much better than the name Soran did. Still, you hadn’t offered the name for him to use so he wouldn’t. Besides, he liked using terms of endearment for you. Din liked the way your face would brighten every time he referred to you in Mando’a.

“Ma! Where?” Grogu called out. Din looked up from the holopad to see Grogu waddling back with his stuffed frog. He must have gotten side tracked in his search for you to grab it. “Buir, mar’eyir Ma!”

Din chuckled. “I told you. Ma will be back soon. Come here, you little womp rat.” Grogu grumbled, but he did return. Din scooped him up with one arm and Grogu burrowed his head into his side. “Kai’tomyc, ad’ika?”

Grogu shook his head and mumbled a soft ‘no’. It was odd for him to turn down any offer for food. That must be the last remaining sign of his illness. Din didn’t think he’d ever miss having to stop his son from trying to small critters whole, but he’d give anything to be chasing Grogu down right now. Things would be back to normal once the boy’s appetite returned.

Din leaned back against the couch once more, gently rocking Grogu in one arm, while tapping through the holopad with his other hand. You had given him permission to read through the holopad, and Din planned to soak up every single fact about you that he was allowed to know.

Nima lived on the other side of Nevarro, closer to Peli’s shop, but the walk gave you time to think. You were trying to figure out if this was considered running. If Grogu hadn’t started waking up, would you have kept going? What was left of your story? There wasn’t much else to say about Soran, and there was zero part of you that wanted to delve into how you got your scar. The way Din offered you comfort, his kind words and firm touches, no part of you felt like running from that. And, you did really want to check on Nima and give him time with Grogu. Maybe you weren’t running. 

Not yet, at least.

There was always the chance Din would think about it during the time you were gone, replay your words in his head, and come to his senses. Realize that he had hired a lying stranger to care for his child. Din said nothing would make him view you different, but what if that had just been a spur of the moment comfort? What if he came to see you as an irresponsible threat?

Your spiraling bad thoughts came to halt when Nima’s door was in view. In hopes that she could distract you further, you quickly knocked on the door. It took a couple minutes before you heard Nima’s rushed footsteps. A second later the door cracked open and Nima’s face poked through. Her dark eyes widened.

“Oh. Hey.” She greeted. “What’re you doing here?”

“I just wanted to check in on you. After the⏤ the pirate ordeal.” You crossed your arms tight over your chest. “Are you okay?”

Nima shrugged. “Yeah. Better than okay. The last 24 hours have worked out great for me.” Her lips turned out into a wide grin. “I got to fly the N1 which was super cool and then… then other things happened. Uh, are you okay? How’s Grogu? I heard he was sick.”

“Grogu is good. Stable.” You nodded. You were surprised to hear she flew Din’s ship and even more surprised to hear she knew about Grogu. Only a few people knew about that right now. “Well, since you’re alright…”

Nima stepped out onto her porch and glanced back through the cracked door, as if looking for someone, then shut it. It was then you noticed she had only a robe on. Her head tilted and her eyes narrowed in a familiar concern. “You didn’t tell me if you were okay. What’s going on?”

“I’ve had a… weird night.” You admitted.

Your old friend motioned for you to take a seat on the small bench sitting on her small front porch. You sat down and she dropped down right beside you. With no hesitation, you began to ramble about everything starting with waking up to Grogu being sick all the way to Karga turning your world upside down. When your story came to an end, you glanced over at Nima to see she was beaming at you with wide and excited eyes.

“What⏤”

“You and the Marshal!?” She cried.

“Is that the only part you heard?” You sighed. “Did you miss the part where Karga might be bullying me into being the town’s doctor??”

Nima scoffed. “As if you’d let him bully you into anything. As if Mando would ever let him bully you into anything. Especially now!” She bounced in her seat once. “Oh, I knew the two of you had chemistry! I just knew it!” Nima grasped at your arm. “How was he? I don’t know what it is, but Mando looks like he knows how to fuck, if you know what I mean.”

“We didn’t.”

“But you just said⏤”

“We… didn’t.” You said slowly. “We almost did. If I hadn’t stopped him I’m pretty we would’ve…” You couldn’t even bring yourself to say the words. Nima squealed and your face grew even hotter. You shook your head. “And then I had my hands literally in his pants when Karga showed up so⏤”

Nima cried out and covered her face. “Oh kriffing hell! I don’t know who I’m more pissed at!” She dropped her hands to shove you. “You for stopping Mando or Karga for cock blocking you.”

“I had to stop him.” You replied.

“No, you absolutely did not! You⏤”

“The moment was…” You interrupted her to try and put what you felt into words. “I’ve never felt like that before. Just from a man taking my clothes off.”

Nima narrowed her eyes at you. “You’ve never felt turned on by a man taking your clothes off?”

“No, that’s not what I mean.”

“Good. I was about to be really worried about you.”

You leaned back into the bench. “It was more than that. Obviously, I was turned on, but it was… I’ve never felt so…seen. Like he could see all of me.” Din had been wearing a helmet that blocked all view of his features, but the way his hidden gaze traced your body as his fingers caressed your skin you felt like something precious. Like some kind of treasure he was studying and admiring. “And I wanted to see him in return. As much of him as I was allowed, at least.”

“So… you saw him. Like, saw him, saw him?” Nima asked.

“Yes?” You shrugged. A sighed then left your lips as you shook your head. “I thought I had been touch starved after a year of hiding on my own, but you should’ve seen him, Nima. He didn’t even believe me when I told him how beautiful he was and, stars, he was gorgeous. Everything about him is…”

Nima chuckled. “Girl, you got it baaad.” You covered your face with your hands knowing she was absolutely right. “I’m still baffled you saw any of him. I can’t even fathom the thought of seeing his hands.”

“What do you mean?”

“He never shows anybody his skin.” Nima shrugged. “You have to have noticed that. I’ve never seen⏤ oh, wait. Actually once, when he came to pick up Grogu, he bent over to scoop the kid up and I saw a flash of his bare wrist between his glove and gauntlet. I was worried he’d have to kill me for that.”

It made sense. He never showed any of his skin out in public and even today when Karga showed up. Din had taken the time to put on his full suit of armor rather than just slipping into his home clothes. What confused you was the fact that you had seen his bare skin so soon into living with him. Literal days and Din had already trusted you with more than he did the public. Was it because you were just in his home and around Grogu so out of default you got to see him that way? Or was it something else entirely? 

“I guess I should also ask,” Nima spoke up, “What’re you gonna do about Karga?”

You sighed and buried your face in your hands. “I have no idea.”

“Did you talk to Mando about… you know…”

“About how I killed Soran?” You finished.

Nima scoffed. “No. You know that’s not what happened. You did everything you could.”

“And it wasn’t enough.”

“Maker, you’re the stupidest smart person I’ve ever met.” Nima groaned. You narrowed your eyes at her in a glare. She just shrugged. “You know my opinion on the matter. What’s Mando’s opinion?”

You grumbled, “I don’t know. I came here before he could say. Left him with my file though. So, I might be coming back to a storm.” You crossed your arms. “If I get fired and kicked out of the house can I stay with you?”

“No.” Nima shook her head.

“Wow, thanks.”

“You’re not gonna get fired, you idiot.” Nima scoffed. “And you’re not gonna get any closure sitting here with me.” She stood and motioned with her arms for you to rise. You pushed up and Nima pulled you into a tight hug. You sighed once but returned the hug with a smile. She pulled back and winked at you. “Now, go back and finish what you started. Either the emotional stuff or the physical stuff. Your choice.”

You nodded and stepped off her porch as Nima skipped to her door. You paused and shot her a smirk. “Oh, and hey, tell Cara I said hello.”

“I will!” Nima chirped. Her eyes suddenly widened and her mouth fell slack. You laughed and she shook her head. “I mean, I will when I see her next. Whenever that is. Because she’s definitely not here. Why would she be here??”

“Uh huh.” You replied. 

“Shut up and go fuck the Marshal.” Nima stuck her tongue out at you and hurried back into her house. With her out of sight, your smile faltered and you turned to make your way back home. It was time to face the music.

a/n: how do y’all feel about long chapters? i have a bad bad habit of writing long chapters which feels wrong on tumblr??? i can post a 15k word chapter on ao3 and not even blink, but if i start to get near 6k or 7k on tumblr i get antsy for some reason. it feels illegal. idk why. anyways, as always thanks for the love! i haven’t come up with a concrete posting schedule yet so as of now it’s gonna be every 5-7 days. roughly. also, side note, it’s my birthday and i think comments about my story is my fav kind of gift👀👀

Mando’a translations

Gar cuyir ner kar’ta. Ibac kelir draar am.

You are my heart. That will never change.

Buir, mar’eyir Ma!

Dad, find Ma!

Kai’tomyc: Hungry /// Ad’ika: Little one /// Ner Kar’ta: My Heart

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First post to celebrate the new Mario Movie release!!

Based on this tweet!

#bowser #bowser jr #luigi #hinted at #bowuigi #domestic bliss